However, the two people who were in charge of picking up the ball under the basketball hoop also widened their eyes.

They are also members of the basketball club, so they naturally know that it takes a certain amount of time to aim for shooting.

Seeing Liao Fu on the other side, every time he got up, he would pause for a while.

As for Zhang Fan, Nima, it is completely the rhythm of picking up the ball from the ground and throwing it.

I haven't even straightened my waist yet, so I'm bending down to pick up the ball again.

Damn, let's hang up!

A man standing outside the boundary line for the score, his fingers flying, however, his eyes widened.

Grass, Zhang Fan's speed of throwing the ball has caught up with the speed of his counting, damn, don't you want to be so perverted.

"What are you doing in a daze, picking up the ball!"

Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and looked at the two people who were stunned under the basketball hoop.

Your sister, watching the play, didn't you see that the ball was gone?

The two people under the basketball hoop immediately came back to their senses, grabbed a ball in one hand, and ran towards Zhang Fan quickly.

However, when they put down the ball and turned around, the four balls flew into the basket in a coherent manner!

Looking at the four basketballs rolling in line towards the distance, and the arc that was exactly the same as the ups and downs, everyone was stunned again.

CNM！

Still playing like this?

Immediately, a group of people picked up their mobile phones and prepared to record a video.

Damn, this looks like a magic show, a few dreams.

Is that still a penalty?

It's a kind of performance!

"Quick, go pick up the ball, damn retarded, what are you stunned!"

Without Zhang Fan's urging, a group of people immediately urged.

The eyes of the two people who picked up the ball widened, looking at the basketball that had rolled out twenty meters away, and there was a wry smile on their faces.

Grass, this is a rhythm that is going to be exhausted.

Immediately, they called two more people and stared directly at the basket, otherwise, if they ran like this, their legs would have to be broken.

"Do you hear me, go pick up the ball!"

Liao Fucheng also drank at the two guys who helped him pick up the ball.

Looking at the reactions around him, there was also a proud expression on his face, and at the same time, there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "I'm going to win!"

There were two more people, and there were six more balls around Zhang Fan, however, in less than two seconds, the six balls were thrown out by Zhang Fan.

When a ball entered the basket, the other ball was already in the air, but the third ball had just left Zhang Fan's hand.

The people around hurriedly took their mobile phones and recorded them.

Soon, though, the ball broke again.

"It's a dog, why is it so slow, grass!"

A group of people immediately scolded.

For example, when it was about to be lost, Nima suddenly interrupted, which was so uncomfortable.

"Speed, snail becomes, grass, that's it, play a bird's basketball, speed up. ”

Listening to the scolding, the sneer on Liao Fucheng's face became even brighter.

Hehe, garbage, I can't keep up with the speed, I still want to compare with myself, dreaming.

The four people who picked up the ball had their heads as big as a bucket.

Your mother, there are two more people, and you can't keep busy?

Listening to the scolding around them, their faces were blue and purple, and they were ashamed of themselves.

"You guys come and help me, and I'm going to get ten more balls. One said.

Immediately, three more people joined the battlefield, however, their speed still couldn't catch up with Zhang Fan's speed.

Two minutes later, with ten more balls, they were finally able to keep up with Zhang Fan's rhythm.

However, the people around the stadium have fallen silent.

"Bang bang bang!"

A very rhythmic dull sound rang out.

And Zhang Fan, like a robot at this moment, keeps squatting down and getting up!

The balls in his hand were thrown out by him one after another.

Even Li Liang was shocked beyond words by Zhang Fan's hand!

Is this still human?

Shocked, a group of people cast their eyes on Liao Fucheng, looking at the snail-like penalty speed, and sighs suddenly sounded.

Five minutes have passed!

Zhang Fan's speed did not slow down in the slightest, and Chen Jiandong, who was standing on the edge of the basketball court, opened his mouth wide and looked at the basketball flying in the sky in disbelief.

This Nima!

I'm going to call the police!

The most important thing is, after so long, such a rapid bending speed, don't you feel dizzy?

The ice cream in Gao Qi's hand had completely melted, making it musy to his hand.

However, he didn't notice it at all.

Ya, I haven't seen him for a year, why is Zhang Fan becoming more and more perverted?

The number of people who picked up the ball has now reached nine.

Pick up the ball and run to Zhang Fan's side!

Pick up the ball and run to Zhang Fan's side!

The repetition of the constant movements makes them a little dizzy!

Bean-sized sweat slipped down their foreheads, however, they didn't have the slightest time to rest.

Hell, there are nine of them picking up balls.

They glanced at Liao Fucheng's side, and immediately clenched their teeth.

Grass, two people picking up balls, it's so easy! Damn, waste!

"Hey, why are there so many people on the other side!"

The two people who picked up the ball for Liao Fucheng were startled by the figure in the afterglow, and immediately, they raised their heads.

However, when they looked up, their eyes almost popped out.

Grass, what a shooting speed that kid!

Nima, how is this possible!

"What, pick up the ball?"

Liao Fucheng threw the last ball, and immediately drank coldly.

There was a look of anger on his face, and he dared to drag mud and water when he did something?

However, those two men ignored him completely!

What's the situation?

Liao Fucheng was also confused!

Could it be that there was some accident on Zhang Fan's side?

Thinking of this, Liao Fucheng immediately sneered.

Hehe, it's only been a long time, and there was an accident, and it's really garbage!

Then, he turned around with an incomparably bright smile, and soon, his face suddenly stiffened.

"Impossible!"

Liao Fucheng said in a lost voice!

Immediately, he reached out and rubbed his eyes fiercely.

However, the basketballs flying in the sky, one after another, lined up and fell into the hoop!

"Bang bang bang!"

The rhythmic sound was like a hammer hitting Liao Fucheng's heart.

This pitching speed, how is it possible!

Thirty minutes later!

Zhang Fan stopped, counted the person to the right and said, "How many?"

The man who counted looked at the last number he had written, and his eyes swooped out!

"5,127!"

When this voice sounded, the countless people sitting in the chairs stood in shock.

"How much?"

"Damn, I heard you right, did I?"

"5127?"

"Grass, how can there be so much. ”

"It's only been half an hour!"

"Grass, doesn't this mean that Zhang Fan scored almost three goals in one second?"

The screams are overwhelming!

But then a group of people screamed again.

"How many goals has Liao Fucheng scored?"

The next moment, countless pairs of eyes fell on Liao Fucheng.

The person who helped Liao Fucheng count immediately lowered his head and looked at the notebook in his hand, his face extremely embarrassed.

"69!"

"Poof!"

"Damn, it's not even a three-digit number?"

", am I hallucinating!"

The screams rang out again.